the world around us, with no concept of time or space. Instead we have created an alternate reality, a new space to define us-the internet.
The cyberspace has caused us to go into a state of sudden blindness to the point that we have lost sight of ourselves. We have all sold ourselves online, divulging every piece of information about our lives (so much so that we can no longer separate fact from fiction). We have become an imitation of what society expects us to be. The self is redefined—our reality becomes a dayto-day case of confused perfomativity.
Through cyberspace, we have created illusory connections where the existence of worlds and verbal communication have been reduced to the clicking of a mouse and the constant tapping of the keyboard. Ways of showing emotion have been reduced to smiling faces. Everything around us has been impersonalized. We press buttons to connect and interact with one another
Everything has become instant; therefore the concept of waiting has taken a whole new meaning as well. We are an instant generation and we do not know how to wait. The old-fashioned way of letter writing has been overthrown by the era of high-speed internet. Technology has become a second limb—a day without a cellphone means death to us; three days away from our computers makes us feel as though we have taken a trip to the province, just to come back to the fast-paced barrage of the virtual city, and then the much dreaded reinstallation into what we consider a form of normalcy.
This makes us comparable to bubbles—a realm of fragmented space and time. We neither have a past nor a future; we have become incapable of recognizing these, therefore unable to unify them.
In this fast-paced world of the indifferent and the apathetic, I challenge the younger generation to open their eyes, to look deep inside, and to ask themselves what kind of people they have become.
Is our generation truly going to waste? Is our time constantly being eaten by this identity thief called the internet?
It is just fair and right to stand up, to explore, to experience, and to get lost, all these for the fact that the real world is out there, waiting for us.
The cyberspace has caused us to go into a state of sudden blindness to the point that we have lost sight of ourselves. We have all sold ourselves online, divulging every piece of information about our lives (so much so that we can no longer separate fact from fiction). We have become an imitation of what society expects us to be. The self is redefined—our reality becomes a dayto-day case of confused perfomativity.
Through cyberspace, we have created illusory connections where the existence of worlds and verbal communication have been reduced to the clicking of a mouse and the constant tapping of the keyboard. Ways of showing emotion have been reduced to smiling faces. Everything around us has been impersonalized. We press buttons to connect and interact with one another
Everything has become instant; therefore the concept of waiting has taken a whole new meaning as well. We are an instant generation and we do not know how to wait. The old-fashioned way of letter writing has been overthrown by the era of high-speed internet. Technology has become a second limb—a day without a cellphone means death to us; three days away from our computers makes us feel as though we have taken a trip to the province, just to come back to the fast-paced barrage of the virtual city, and then the much dreaded reinstallation into what we consider a form of normalcy.
This makes us comparable to bubbles—a realm of fragmented space and time. We neither have a past nor a future; we have become incapable of recognizing these, therefore unable to unify them.
In this fast-paced world of the indifferent and the apathetic, I challenge the younger generation to open their eyes, to look deep inside, and to ask themselves what kind of people they have become.
Is our generation truly going to waste? Is our time constantly being eaten by this identity thief called the internet?
It is just fair and right to stand up, to explore, to experience, and to get lost, all these for the fact that the real world is out there, waiting for us.
YR 47 Issue 1 2011
Perspectives
Ink and Paper ZENDY VICTORIA SUE G. VALENCIA
FEW WEEKS ago, my professor gave us a three-hour lecture about postmodernism. It was a concept that went against definition regardless of how long I toyed with it in my mind. I owe much of this column to that lecture along with the fresh perspective I have gained about our generation’s way of life. It was as if life gave me a much needed wake-up call after a long zombie-like stupor. Now, I feel the relevance of awakening this generation amid all the indifference and apathy the world has to offer.
It saddens me to note that our generation is in a state of complete crisis. We have created a muddled perception of ourselves that has caused us to plunge into a deep loss of identity—a sudden disconnection from reality. We have become desensitized people who have totally redefined
It saddens me to note that our generation is in a state of complete crisis. We have created a muddled perception of ourselves that has caused us to plunge into a deep loss of identity—a sudden disconnection from reality. We have become desensitized people who have totally redefined
Redefining ourselves
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